Using the Useless

Pleasant leathery smell tickled his nostrils. His nose followed the graceful arch of the foot, then lingered over the round, pinkish heel. He could see the delicate ankle and the padded edge of the monstrous cast engulfing the calf, knee and upper part of the leg. Now, for him, the comatose girl was reduced to an adorable foot that existed by itself, apart from the living body. Not that her body could be called “living” anymore. His mouth closed over the big toe and started sucking it, kissing it, his tongue shimmying like mad, his teeth scraping the trimmed, unpolished nail. The lifeless foot was swaying precariously but in his excitement Simon didn’t noticed that until the ropes and pulleys started creaking like old bedsprings. Startled, he stepped back, the big toe popping out of his mouth. The girl was still sleeping, undisturbed by Simon’s advances. Suddenly, a long train of thoughts rushed into Simon’s mind. I should not do that. I could hurt her, or even kill her. She is so fragile that every little budge could be lethal for her. But I want it so much… and this little tootsie is so… There is nothing wrong in making use of such a useless thing as this paralyzed foot of hers. I just should be more cautious. No risks anymore. He cupped the heel, squeezing it gently, then tried to take his emotions under control. But his penis was already pulsing like a rabbit’s heart. He glanced at the flimsy sheet draped over the metal contraption immobilizing her pelvis and lower spine. ...

The pulsing persisted. The foot was too high, unsuitably high. Simon looked around the ward. There was a locker in the corner. He brought it to the bed, turned it sideways and climbed on it. He unzipped his pants and seconds later his throbbing penis rested on the comatose girl’s toes. With gentle, controlled thrusts he started rubbing his shaft against them. Though paralyzed, the toes didn’t seem unyielding. Retained most of their flexibility, they moved back and forth along with the thrusts, as if responding willingly. Simon was already grunting with pleasure. The pulleys began creaking again, the swaying plaster cast gathering momentum. Simon turned aside, feeling ashamed of himself. The girl looked more helpless than ever with her plastered leg swaying like a drunken sailor. Simons’s head racked with guilt and worries as he was steadying the contraption. I’m pervert. I’m using an innocent, helpless girl for sexual purposes. She didn’t deserve such treatment. Poor thing. What I did could be qualified as rape, or other indictable offence. And they will surely fire me. Such an idiot I am! “Bye-bye, my dear comatose friend with the sexiest foot in the world. I hope you get better soon. Maybe then… And please don’t be mad at me. Bye for now,” Simon mumbled, then zipped up his pants, returned the locker to its place and got out of ward 8. Early in the morning there was commotion in ward 8. Two doctors were involved in animated conversation, their faces flushed with excitement.
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